Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Hungary and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four,
Crime,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
Index,
The Standells,
Audionom,
Dennis Brown,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.